James and Mary Ford, eds. Every Day in the Year. 1902.
April 6The Massacre at Scio
By William Cullen Bryant (17941878)
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Their blood, by Turkish falchions shed,
Sends not its cry to heaven in vain
For vengeance on the murderer’s head.
Between the flames that lit the sky,
Yet, for each drop, an armed man
Shall rise, to free the land, or die.
Was thrown to feast the scaly herds,
A hundred of the foe shall be
A banquet for the mountain birds.
To keep that day along her shore,
Till the last link of slavery’s chain
Is shivered, to be worn no more.